of course it had to be them though

rock show ; tyler joseph imagine

“Aren’t you pumped, Y/N?” Your best friend squeals excitedly in the small line beside you.

“Of course I am!” You reply to her with a giggle, still completely ecstatic over the fact you were going to see your favourite band in concert. Even though you’d already seen them perform multiple times, the feeling of excitement and adrenaline that flooded your body had never changed

It finally hit you that for the first time, you were going into the chaotic pit of a Twenty One Pilots concert. In the previous concerts you attended, you and your best friend had seats that were on the sides of the venue. However, this time you were going in be in the front row, pressed against the barrier of the pit; and that was guaranteed because you had arrived so many hours early to get your spot. You were going to be so close to the extraordinary band that you could see their faces up close. No screens, no TVs. In person. And that sent shivers down your spine.

“I just can’t believe that it would be possible to be so close to them, especially Tyler. I owe all I’ve got to that man and he doesn’t even know it,” you say with a shaky exhale. This concert meant everything to you. It’s as if being in the pit is like being on stage with the boys, sharing every single experience together.

“I know you’ve been through hell and back, and I’m so glad their music and Tyler’s words could be there for you. But tonight is all about being in the moment! Tonight we are going to finally be alive!” Your best friend squeals for the millionth time that day and pulls you into a heartwarming hug. You have no idea what you’d do without her love and support.

“Let’s hope we don’t die tonight in the pit. I’ve seen how crazy it gets in there,” you add. You tried to hide your nervousness under a small chuckle after your words.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine! Besides, if Josh, Tyler or the security spot anything fishy going on, they’ll get you out straight away,” your best friend nudges you on the shoulder and smile at you reassuringly. She could tell you were about to start sweating due to how anxious you had became, but she had your back if something unplanned happened.

You and your best friend had made it to the front of the pit, wild grins on your faces as you watched the venue fill up with people. Your wide eyes scanned across the Clique members that were practically drowning in the band’s merch, with all equally excited grins on their faces. It was only a matter of time that the best night of your life was going to begin.

And you weren’t going to forget it.


The crowd roared as Tyler jumped off the stage and into the tight space between the stage and the pit, leaving Josh in his own little world with his drums. The security guards helped Tyler onto the crowd, hands grabbing onto his ankles so he could stand. You felt your heart sink slightly because you couldn’t get to him, due to everybody pushing and shoving, but you were still overjoyed that you were so close to him.

His eyes glimmered with happiness and gratitude. A large smile was plastered on his face, Tyler’s white teeth shining in the lights. You could see the stubble growing on his chin and jaw, his long and dark eyelashes contrasting with his starry brown eyes.

You felt a wave of serenity wash over you. You weren’t sure what this feeling was, but it made you feel complete.

“Tyler!” His name slips out from your lips in a yell, dreaming to get the attention of the male who had his head was down, focused on trying to stay balance on the crowd. Tyler immediately raised his head up and you were met with sweet doe eyes.

You felt everything stop.

The sound of crazed fans and loud drumming in the background, muted. All you could focus on was Tyler. You looked into his eyes and got lost in them. You swore it felt like walking through a beautiful forest, trees towering over you. The earthy smells of pinecones and grass roaming the atmosphere.

You felt peace.

With all of these feelings rushing inside you, you managed to widened your eyes, astounded that he heard you over the screaming of thousands of people around the both of you.

“You saved my life, thank you!” You stammered inaudibly to begin, but you managed to spit your words out louder the second time. You held your hand out as high as you possibly could, hoping he’d take it. His eyes softened and watered with pride with your words, Josh still pounding at his drums to fill in the time it took to get his band mate on the crowd.

“I’m glad we could be there for you!” He yelled back as you watched a small tear quickly slip down his cheek. You could see the bliss and overwhelming amount of thankfulness in his eyes.

The whole Clique knows how much those small connections with fans, means to Tyler. It’s his motivation to keep going even when he’s in his darkest hours. The thought that his music had saved a troubled person, helps him push through his own.

Tyler lent down shakily and grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, not breaking his eye contact with you. Your hand was smaller in his, but it fit. Your hands had fit together like puzzle pieces, that it were meant to be.

Your heart skipped a beat and you clung onto his hand for dear life, not wanting to let go and he did the same. Something set a spark off in your stomach when he gave your hand a small squeeze, after noticing you were crying. This had to be a dream, it was too good to be true.

Maybe it was the sound of the crowd screaming, or the feeling of invincibility that made you feel so calm. Everytime you came to a Twenty One Pilots concert, it made you feel at home. There’s no place you’d rather be than singing songs that nobody wrote with thousands of people.

“I’m taking over my body, back in control, no more shotty. I bet a lot of me was lots T’s and crossed I’s undotted. I fought it a lot and seems a lot like flesh is all I got not anymore, flesh out the door,” He sang into the microphone, each word laced with passion. You didn’t remove your eyes from Tyler’s, not willing for the blissful connection between you both to end.

Tyler continued to sing and the crowd couldn’t get enough, and neither could you. Your hero had your hand in his and he was gripping it tightly, like he was afraid that if he did, the world would crumble. The crowd looked at Tyler with stars in their eyes, gazing upon what is their world.

“You are surrounding all my surroundings sounding, down the mountain range, of my left side brain. You are surrounding all my surroundings, twisting the kaleidoscope, behind both of my eyes.” You watched Tyler’s bright eyes roam the crowd around him, feasting his eyes upon the beautiful white lights the Clique made with their phones. However, his eyes stopped and locked with yours again, and sang the seven words you’d never forget.

“And I’ll be holding on to you.” He sang. These words were soft and meaningful, different for when he yells it in the studio version. Meaning and purpose spilled from his voice and made your heart melt. You blushed wildly and Tyler chuckled into the microphone, the beautiful sound echoing through the arena.

Quickly before the security guard pulled him off the crowd, Tyler pulled his own backstage pass out of his back pocket and handed to you. The mass of fans around him tried to swipe and grab the pass, but he made sure that you got it with a couple of scoldings to the fans below him.

“Come after the show,” he said as the security guard ripped Tyler off the crowd and out of your reach. You can’t seem to form any words since you were so shocked over his gesture, so you nodded in response.

Slowly, his fingers slipped away from yours but Tyler kept his arm outstretched, giving you the feeling he didn’t want to let go.

From there and on in the concert, Tyler continued to belt out his songs with all that he had. He looked at you in the crowd when he was singing The Run And Go, particularly when he sang, “tonight I need you to stay”. Let’s just say Tyler made you blush millions of times through the concert.

Your best friend was freaking out beside you after how he talked to you in ‘Holding On To You’. She was freaking out just as much as you were and that was a crap ton.


“What do you do?” Your best friend said standing around awkwardly. It was the end of the concert and everybody had already left. It was just you and your friend in the venue, nobody else to be seen.

“I-I dunno,” You replied running your hand through your hair anxiously. You begin to scan over the arena, hoping to see a security guard somewhere to take you backstage. Your eyes fall over a familiar person, walking out from backstage and onto the stage.

“Holy shit, that’s Tyler Joseph,” your best friend stammered and pointed in his direction. You nodded and shoved your clammy hands into your jean pockets.

“I can’t believe you’re gonna meet Tyler Joseph,” she said and gave you a hug. “I’ll be outside the arena waiting for you,” she smiles and bids you farewell, leaving you and Tyler alone in the area.

You gathered all your thoughts and took a deep breath, walking over to the stage. You walked up the few steps and you grew closer to Tyler. You saw his cheeks flushed a crimson as you approached him and he began to walk over to you.

“Hey,” Tyler said with a large smile and pulled you into a hug. This took you by surprise as he wrapped his arms around your waist, but you pushed down your awkwardness and hugged him back. You snaked your arms around his neck and let out a shaky breath.

“When are you gonna meet that girl in the crowd that you won’t shut up about” A tall man with yellow hair announced as he walked out onto the stage in search of his friend, twiddling the red drumstick in his hand. “Oh,” he said as he saw you and Tyler standing together.

You saw Tyler narrow his eyes at Josh from the corner of your eye, pulling his bottom lip under his teeth.

“You know what- I’m just gonna,” Josh pointed to the backstage with his thumb and cleared his throat awkwardly, then retraced his steps back to the room behind the stage.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Tyler was talking about you to his best friend?

“Well that’s proof Josh is practically a mother walking in on his kid that’s with his crush,” Tyler chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

“Crush, huh?” You smirk confidently and giggle.

“Yeah- I uh,” Tyler stammered and failed to collect his words which made you bite your lip. How could somebody be so cute when they’re nervous?

“I’m really glad that our music could help you in your dark times,” Tyler said with a gentle smile.

“I am too. If it weren’t for this music, I don’t know how I would’ve fought the demons in my head,” you said honestly. This year had been really rough and it didn’t have any benefits on your mental health. However, when Twenty One Pilots came into your life and you found out that a man named Tyler Joseph shared the same feelings as you, you didn’t feel so alone.

“It really means a lot. It’s really comforting to know I’m not the only one going through this stuff,” Tyler replied and looked down at the ground, tapping his foot against the stage shyly.

“I was wondering if you’d like to tag along with Josh and I to get something to eat downtown? It’s all good if you can’t,” Tyler said after quickly collecting himself. A smile crawled onto your lips as he raised his head slowly to see your reaction to his proposal.

“That sounds lovely. Let me guess, we’re going to a Taco Bell nearby?” You replied with a boost of confidence. You had no idea why you felt so comfortable and chilled out around Tyler, but you chose to ignore the thought and let it happen.

“How did you know?” A relieved chuckle left his lips, his brown eyes twinkling in the light above the stage.

“Who in the Clique doesn’t know?” You giggled.

“Play ukulele?” He asks to clear the small silence. Tyler walked over to his ukulele that was perched on it’s stand, retrieving it and bringing it back to you.

“Yeah, I know some stuff,” you say as he hands it to you. You take it and smile, strumming it gently. You know how to play lots of songs on the ukulele and it was all thanks to Tyler for inspiring you to do so.

“I’m going to go clean myself up and look somewhat presentable. I’ll be back in a few minutes, please don’t leave,” he said with a small and sencere smile.

“I’ll be here, don’t worry,” you said sitting yourself down on the edge of the stage, playing a few chords on the instrument in your lap. With that, Tyler headed off to backstage.

However, you didn’t notice Tyler stopping at the door to backstage. His soft eyes stayed on you, just listening to you hum the sound of Tear In My Heart, accompanied by quiet strums of his ukulele.

He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

And neither could you.

The Club (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut with a dash of fluff.
Word count: 3.6k 

Part one: Kitchen Counter, Part two: Laundry Room.

» Song: Love In This Club part II

Summary: ”Or we can just do it here.“ He hummed, his fingers immediately latching onto his belt and working as quickly as ever to get it loose. “Jeon Jungkook,” You quietly scolded with a laugh, placing a hand over his and looked around. “People can see you.” Once you looked back down at him, he shook his head slowly, “It doesn’t matter, baby,” He reasoned, his tongue flickering over his lips. “Everyone’s wasted, I promise. I just…I want you so bad.” 

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ask and you shall receive | pt 2 (m)


pairing: jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok
genre/warnings: smut, oral, dirty talk, (cute) dom! hoseok
words: 15,413
summary: your sugar daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to…trouble is, you do want to. You’re just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, and boy, are they good…

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Tweeter and Skeeter.

This is long, be warned. I live in a lowish income neighborhood. My little section is pretty nice, but if you go a few blocks in any direction, it gets pretty shitty. That means I’ve had a few run ins with skeevy meth heads and small time thieves.

This started when I moved in to my house. I noticed that on trash pick-up days, people would go up and down the alley where the trash cans go and dig through looking for recyclables. One of them was a guy I called Old Bob.

Old Bob lived a few houses down. He said he collected to buy presents for his grandkids. I don’t think the kids liked pints of Dark Eyes vodka, but he was harmless. So I started bagging up my cans separately so Old Bob didn’t have to dig through my trash.

Then, there were Tweeter and Skeeter. They would roll up and down the alley in a junky old truck with no exhaust that belched blue smoke. They looked like the after pictures from Faces of Meth. After they saw in was bagging cans for Old Bob, they started grabbing them. This didn’t sit well with me.

The next time I saw Old Bob, I told him I would leave my stuff just inside my yard, up against my shed, where you couldn’t see the bag from the alley. This went on for a month. Then, I heard and smelled Tweeter and Skeeter rumbling down the alley. I didn’t think anything of it, then I heard the rattle of a bag of aluminum cans being thrown into the bed of a truck. Those fuckers had gone into my yard to grab Old Bob’s drinking money. That shit would not stand.

I went to the hardware store; I bought a cheap pair of locks and some latches. I put the latches on my trash cans, I would unlock them when I left for work, which was about 15 minutes before the trash truck came down the alley. I also gave Old Bob a key. By this time, we were becoming downright neighborly. I would chat with him and have him help me around the yard and throw any spare cash his way.

After a few weeks, I heard Tweeter and Skeeter again. I heard them stop, then rattle the can lids, then drive off. I came out the next morning and the fuckers had pried the latches off my cans, and stolen the locks, too.

Now I was pissed. They were stealing Old Bob’s drinking money, and they had fucked with my shit. I stopped keeping cans separate, and started dumping used cat litter over everything.

Tweeter and Skeeter would still roll up to my trash area, but they weren’t willing to dig through shit to get anything. Old Bob was still helping me around the yard, so I would hands him bags of cans when he was over, in addition to the extra cash.

Everything was quiet for a few months. Then, we had a bad storm and the gutters on the alley side of my shed got messed up. They were in OK shape, but the underlying board and gotten torn up. It was too late in the day to do anything, but I figured Old Bob and I could take care of it the next day.

That night, I was woken up by Tweeter and Skeeters damn truck. But before I could throw pants and shoes on and chase them off, they were gone. So were the gutters on my shed.

Needless to say, I was fucking livid. After I calmed down, I went to Home Depot to get a new gutter. As luck would have it, I heard the fucking meth-mobile start up in the parking lot as I was walking in.

I wasn’t about to confront them directly, since I like having all of my blood and internal organs on the inside. What in did do, though, was get a good look at their liscense plates.

They were expired (of course) but the layer of soot from burning oil had obscured the sticker. You wouldn’t notice it from more than 5 feet away.

Finally, I had a way to get back at them. I called a relative who knew a few of the local PD. They said the address on the last registration was a house that had since been burned down in a meth lab fire. They never caught the cooks, but they going to keep an eye out for the truck. If nothing else, they would get a ticket and have to put current plates with a real address on them.

I was OK with this, but I wanted blood. I got my wish when the city did heavy trash pick-up.

I put an old grill in my back yard and scratched “Not Trash”, on the underside, along with spraypainting the smokestack white. Sure enough, Tweeter and Skeeter saw it and couldn’t resist. Once they had done that, I spent a few hours on a Saturday driving around the shittier parts of my neighborhood until I spotted my grill sitting in a yard.

I called my buddy with the police contacts and told them where they could find Tweeter and Skeeter and their un-registered vehicle, along with a stolen grill.

A few hours later, Tweeter and Skeeter came home to a few cops waiting for them. Since scrapping from heavy trash pick-up had been good to them, they were caught with a not insignificant amount of Meth and a lot of precursors to make more.

Tweeter has to serve out a 5 year sentence in prison. He also pinned the lab fire on Skeeter, who will be serving 10 years along side him.

Old Bob still helps me out, too.

Being Best Friends with the Twins Would Include...

Originally posted by merlinxslytherin


•Them giving you piggy back rides

•Them cheating off your papers and notes

•You not really caring since its happened too many times to get annoyed at

•Them always basically stalking any guy you’re romantically involved with to make sure they’re good for you

•If they’re not, they scare them away

•You get angry at first, but then realize their intentions are good

•If you were an only child, now it seems like you have two close brothers


Gryffindor Reader

Originally posted by teenager-stuff

•Meeting through Ron and Harry

•They’re talking to Fred and George and you walk up really casually

•And they start very obviously checking you out

•Ron groans and calls them gross

•You laugh and introduce yourself after playful flirting

•And basically after that you’re inseparable

•You flirt with them sometimes, but its never meant to be taken seriously

•And they know this

•But being there for each other 100%, especially since you’re all in the same house

Slytherin Reader

Originally posted by friendshipfeelsbetter

•You not really noticing them 

•And they actually take notice that you don’t notice them

•Which they thought was ridiculous because they were always pulling public pranks

•So they plan a small prank on just you

•And that sure as hell got your attention

•But once they admit they were just looking for your attention specifically, you laugh and comply after saying they could have just asked

•But you not caring that some of your fellow Slytherins disliked your close relationship with the twins, both Gryffindors

•Same goes for some of their housemates

•But none of you ever cared because you were all way too close to care


Originally posted by friendshipfeelsbetter

•You meet them by them not so obviously cheating off of you

•You rolled your eyes because ‘of course they would because stereotypes’

•But turns out they actually knew a but about you so they knew you were pretty intelligent

•You confront them about it

•They don’t even deny it which makes you kind of laugh

•Like they literally say “Yeah, we cheated off of you. A bit hard due to your poor handwriting, though.”

•You lending them your notes

•You helping them with creative, well thought out pranks


Originally posted by chicastrology

•You meet by accident, both of them walking backwards while talking to someone

•You had your head down, not really paying attention when they tumbled onto you accidentally

•You were crushed under two twins

•Your housemates rushing to get them off of you and scolding them a bit

•Them actually being really concerned and checking for bruises

•You reassure them that you’re fine and it was partially your fault as well for not paying attention 

•Them protecting you from those few people who underestimated Hufflepuffs

•Because they like tower over most students and can leer at them scarily if they needed to

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I hate you, now fuck me

How Until My Feet Bleed by @kazliin Should Have Ended

Part of him still couldn’t believe that Yuuri was finally here with him, that this was real and not just another dream….

Digging one of his hands into the skin of Viktor’s back… slowly taking him apart, Yuuri looked at him, face flushed and staring at Viktor with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.

“I hate you.” Yuuri breathed and his eyes held none of the warmth or joy that Viktor had been feeling just seconds before. “Now fuck me.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut and Viktor felt his fingers still in shock, the words so unexpected and unexpectedly painful that every muscle in his body froze and locked in place….


Victor snapped back, the rush hitting him like he was slamming back down on the ice again. To hear those words spoken outloud was a slap to the face and a plunge off a cliff, straight down the sheer rock face of confusion. Because the last time he was in a hotel room with Yuuri, he had been hearing softly muttered confessions imitating affection, and the sharp twist of reality was too much to ignore.

The chill in Yuuri’s eyes melted at Victor’s outburst, honey brown widening in betrayal of his shock. Whatever haze of lust and alcohol fleeted from them in stark reaction, and Yuuri seemed as frozen as Victor, except for his fingers trembling, curled into the bedsheets.

One breath take in an attempt to calm the mix of emotions threatening to spill forth, and Victor permitted it all burst forward despite himself. “Why are you even here then?”

Just like that, Victor saw all the confidence drain from Yuuri’s face, leaving him pale and then scrambling for shoved aside bedding to cover himself. Victor didn’t bother.

“Yuuri, I don’t-…” Years of questions leapt through every part of his mind, brawling to be the first to fall from his tongue just so he could finally hope to grasp at a single note of understanding. The most and least simple being, “why?”

If emotions and confusion, insistent need to understand were at battle inside himself, it looked like a war was raging through Yuuri. His gaze locked with Victor’s and yet he still looked torn between wanting to cling to it and to flee, clutching at the bedsheets which he brought up to cover himself, suddenly modest. “Why what?”

The tremor in his voice was all that Victor needed. “Why do you… I don’t get you, Yuuri! What the hell did I do to merit you dancing with me one moment and telling me you hate me as you try to sleep with me the next?”

A heartbeat passed. Then two.

Yuuri opened his mouth, no words coming forth, and then shut it. His eyebrows arched high into bangs messed from the heated lead up, and then his expression fell. And hardened. His red, swollen lips pursed into a thin line, and those gorgeous eyes narrowed. It almost startled Victor, to recognize in that moment the contempt he had often seen directed at him when on the podium.

“This! Exactly this!” Yuuri snapped, dropping the bedsheet as he leaned forward, closing the distance Victor placed between them. “The fact that you don’t even care enough to remember!”

“Remember what?!” Every memory of his interaction with Yuuri flashed by, but none of them could account for hate, at least not in Victor’s mind. “What I said to you in the bathroom that one time? That was–”

“No! Before that! You were my idol, Victor, and you broke my heart!”

Before that… Desperately, Victor searched every shred of memory, every hint of an interaction with Yuuri that he had treasured no matter how tense or distant, but there was nothing. “What, Yuuri, I would never–”

“You did!” Yuuri’s words cut in and Victor let him, watching the flush of arousal on Yuuri’s skin turn to one of anger and irritation instead. “I worshipped you and you insulted me. You belittled me. I was just a kid…” Yuuri inhaled a shaky breath and the dam broke. “I went to see you, when you skated your last Junior season. I got tickets as a birthday present, because I wanted nothing more than to see you skate. And after you won, I… I waited outside for you, to get your autograph. And I met you.”

It wasn’t ice in Yuuri’s eyes anymore. It wasn’t fire. It was what Victor had felt so close to, so many times himself, could recognize instantly. Defeat.

“You… you broke my heart, Victor, when I met you…”

Broken did not seem to be enough. Victor shattered, cascading into shards that littered the cold floor beside them. “I… I don’t remember.”

“Of course you don’t. I was just one fan. And you have so many. Why should you?”

He should have. Why didn’t he. “But Yuuri, it’s you. How could I not remember you?” Why would he though. Yuuri was right. He would have just been another face in the crowd. Yet Victor felt like he should. Of all the faces, of people, he should have remembered Yuuri. What had he even said.

“You didn’t. You… I just-… how many other hearts did you break, Victor? How many other dreams did you step on? Or did you forget all of those too?”

The shards fragmented. Stepped on and crushed by each syllable being confessed. He had met Yuuri, broken his heart, and couldn’t even recall how. Couldn’t even begin to guess. “Yuuri, I’m sorry-”

“Whatever,” Yuuri sighed, then shoved off the bed, but Victor reached over and grabbed his hand before Yuuri could grab his clothes off the floor, grateful for when Yuuri stopped and did not jerk away.

“Yuuri, don’t please…” He needed to understand. He would not be content to leave it at that. “You… at the Olympics, you got drunk… you told me that you liked me. Or that you liked my hair, and my eyes. So I know you can’t hate me. Not completely. And Yuuri, I don’t hate you. Please, I just need to understand, so that if I need to spend the rest of my life apologizing to you, I can mean it. So please tell me. Help me remember. Or at least, help me understand.”

Conflict writ itself in bold across Yuuri’s face, but the tension in his shoulders softened and the pull of his wrist in Victor’s hand ebbed away. The digital clock display on the hotel bedstand switched minutes, and Yuuri pulled at his lower lip with his teeth, then nodded. “Okay but… let me put something on first?”

There was a blush tinting Yuuri’s cheeks, softening him into a vision Victor had only seen in Phichit’s photos before, of a delicate Yuuri that Victor had never been permitted to see in the flesh before now. His chest felt too small for his heart as it swelled with the affection Victor had already been so bad at containing.

Without the briefest moment of hesitation, Victor rushed to the corner of the room, grabbing one of his shirts from closet since he had now regrettably torn Yuuri’s. He draped it across Yuuri’s shoulders with a gentleness that Yuuri did not seem to believe.

“I think we probably have a lot to talk about.” Victor tried to smile and felt it bloom into a real one when Yuuri scoffed, a thread of amusement and understatement so clearly wrapped around it.

“Yeah… I think… we really do.”

(The moral of the story: communication can happen, if you behave like a good person and put your dick away for just a hot second)

What’s wrong with me?– Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: Can I request a Jeff imagine me where he’s been asking you out for a while now and you always turn him down? So one day you hear him talking to clay about how it’s actually starting to hurt him a bit cuz what’s wrong wit him? And his jock buddies give him shit and tease him about which upsets him so you shock all of them by going up and kissing him which leads to a hot makeout and ask him on a date.

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Reader’s point of view.

Your name: submit What is this?

I smiled looking at myself through the rearview mirror. I loved when my mom had the day off, that meant I could get the car to school, save me the monotonous and disgusting bus rides. It isn’t as if my mother went out to have fun, her days off from work, she is doing yoga in front of the TV, it wasn’t too much that the “coach” was too attractive. I shivered and concentrated on the road, until that point I was already entering the Liberty High parking lot. The disadvantage of bringing the car is that I mistrusted and was late, something that wouldn’t happen if I were traveling in the yellow device. Now finding a parking lot would be a challenge.

After a full turn, I finally find a decent place, not so far but not so close to the door, perfect. Before maneuvering to enter that space, a car closed the way and got into MY place. I stepped on the brakes and glared at the bold.  I knew the car perfectly. Instead of staying there, I found another place to two cars away, from that to stay grumbling. Yes, I was too lucky.

“Are you serious, Atkins?” I raised my voice after getting out of the car and hanging my backpack over my shoulder.

Jeff was walking toward me with a big smile and fiddling with the keys of his carriage. Asshole.

“This becomes a danger zone every morning, Y/L, you would know if you brought your car every day”


I started to walk with him to my side. We were in the same course, connected in our first year, we were good friends, maybe I could even consider him my best friend, it’s not like I had many in high school. Most were either useless sportsmen, or just people who weren’t worth it.  He was taking me with a few, especially since Jeff was very close to them, almost entering his social circle. They were not bad guys, but somewhat immature for my taste. Sometimes they made me laugh.

“So I heard that this new movie will be on Saturday … Let’s go together?”

Yeah, we were good friends though Jeff was determined to change that. My friend was attractive, too much to admit, but my mind was somewhere else to focus on a boyfriend. In addition, our friendly relationship worked perfectly, we sometimes studied together, I was going to see him at his baseball games, and I even stayed after school with him and Clay for his tutorials. I could come and go as often as i wanted and he did that too. We were perfectly fine, why did we need a label? What if “being dating” didn’t work? All those years of friendship would go away. Just to think about my last months in this institute without the company of my best friend, to be avoiding it by the corridors and to meet us in uncomfortable looks, left me the sensation to be without air. No, I wouldn’t let him lose it for a silly etiquette.

“How on a date?” I remembered that I hadn’t answered him.

I turned to look at him and he smiled in embarrassment. Jeff Atkins was never embarrassed. He was the most honest and funny guy on the whole site. If I didn’t know Clay Jensen, I would sign with blood that Jeff was the only one. Everyone else behaved more like idiots.

“Yes?” His answer sounded more like a question. Well, he left the decision to me again.

I sighed and settled the backpack as a reflex act.

“You did a good swing, Atkins, but I’m sorry to say you got a strike”

He raised his eyebrows and I smiled, wanting to erase the rejection I had given him. It hadn’t been the first, but sometimes I felt like the bad in this relationship. Our “dates” were reduced to exits between friends, and that was because I was in charge of enlisting Sheri with us and him, usually Clay. At one time, we invited Hannah, but lately she was walking in her own world, feeling the tension only to approach her. Too bad, it turned out to be a really fun girl.

I increased my pace. We didn’t have to stay together in the hall, our first period was different, while he was killing himself in history, I had to endure the headache of algebra. I also needed help but no one threatened to get me out of a team simply because I didn’t belong to any. That was how it was.

“Are you serious?” The good thing about my best friend is that he took rejections with grace. “You are very rude to me, Y/N!”

“I see you at rest!” I shouted at him in response and unconsciously stepped up. I never let him see guilt in me after an Olympic rejection.

At lunchtime, we took our usual table; Clay kept his eyes on his task that ignored our mini meal fight between Jeff and me. He made me eat one of his fries, but they were too greasy for my liking. Thanks to that, we didn’t go unnoticed, neither by his companions as for the rest of the school. Suddenly, I noticed how his teammates were passing by and said things to Jeff that I couldn’t grasp, used as keys that I didn’t understand. I looked at Jeff who looked down for a few seconds before turning to see me and smiling as if nothing.

“What was that?”

“It’s nothing.” He grabbed his backpack and stood up. “See you after school, Jensen?”

For the first time, Clay looked up and nodded. Jeff said goodbye to both of us and left in the opposite direction to his companions, I frowned even confused; it was incredible how my friend’s mood changed in a few seconds. I bit my lip and pushed aside my tray of food, strangely I was without appetite.

“What’s wrong with Jeff?” I asked. Clay knew him as well as I did.

The boy shrugged and looked in the direction where our friend had disappeared. I said goodbye to Clay, especially since I had just seen Hannah Baker enter the cafeteria. Jeff and I had a plan, before we graduated, we had to get these two to have something. They were too shy to approach the one and the other that we decided to intervene, rather I joined the cause, because it was a kind of deal between the two men. However, it was difficult, I was going to take care of Hannah, but she was very distant, I couldn’t approach. I sighed and left the cafeteria. I’d waste my time in the locker.

I doubted if it would be a good idea to interfere with the tutoring hours of my friends, I don’t know what was different now, if I always did, but my best friend’s behavior was too strange after the cafeteria. It made me panic to approach him. Among my doubts, I ended up in the school library, if I wandered around maybe in the end would encourage me to approach your table. I ended up on one of the closest shelves, Jeff and Clay seemed to be talking about something that didn’t look like tutorials since neither of them looked at their respective books. I went a little closer, covering my face with a book chosen at random. I pretended to read it.

“Jeff Atkins, asking me for advice on relationships?” I listened to Clay with humor. “The deal was supposed to be that you would help me with it, not the other way around.” I lowered the book a little to notice my best friend with his eyes on Pencil playing between his fingers. I went back to cover “I was paying my salary in the Cresmont that you would never go through this”

I bit my lip, afraid to know now what they were talking about, or rather … of whom. I repressed the book down again.

“I don’t know what else to do, dude.” Jeff’s voice broke my heart, but why? “She’s not like the other girls I’ve dated, it’s a challenge, but not that kind of challenge.” I started to consider whether it was a good idea to stay or not to listen, but my feet were stuck.

“Don’t stop trying” Clay encouraged.

“I don’t do it. I invite her to go out and it is always the same result: No. “I fear that someday she will get tired and send me to the devil”

My blood ran cold. They had not yet pronounced my name but knew perfectly well that they were talking about me. My hands began to tremble.

“I don’t think so. You two make a good team. It’s hard to see a Jeff without Y/N, or a Y/N without a Jeff” I glanced over and watched my friend smile. I did too. It was true; we could complement us in an incredible way.

I watched Jeff’s profile, again thinking away from his friendship, made me feel short of breath. I couldn’t imagine my life without having met him; he managed to understand me, my problems, my follies and occasionally my pessimism. The random memory hit me on a Saturday that taught me to hit, I could feel his body on my back and his arms around mine, even his hands on mine to help me hold the bat well. It had felt good, I didn’t have the imperative need to get away like when Bryce Walker tried to get too close to me. That guy gave me a very bad spine. Instead, with Jeff, I sometimes needed to have him close to feel that I breathe well, that everything is going its natural course. There was no Y/N Y/L without a Jeff Atkins, it couldn’t, and there was no consistency. It was like going against nature. My heart sped up and I hid my face again between the pages.

“Clay. What is wrong with me?” I had a gasp, only a few verbal rejects, at no time I distanced myself from him, after my negatives we were as normal as ever. Nothing had changed. I had the need to jump and give him a zap, Nothing was wrong with you, Atkins, you’re amazing, the best guy I’ve ever met! But I stood still with the lump in my throat.

“Nothing, dude. Let’s go back to your history essay, you need to distract your mind”

I listened as he agreed to the idea and I moved from shelf to the place where they didn’t see me. I put my hand to my chest and inhaled deep breaths. Why did i feel like crying? Maybe because Jeff didn’t notice the way I did, what could be wrong with him? He was a committed boy, especially now that his position in the team depended on his qualifications, attentive, pleasant, he isn’t of those who believed in rumors … and above all, he was an excellent friend of Clay and mine. How could there be anything wrong with that? Why cann’t you see yourself as I see you? I bit my lip.

“I saw you” Jessica came out of nowhere and gave me the shock of my life. She started laughing “Spying on people’s conversations? That’s too much for you”

I rolled my eyes.

"I guess I couldn’t help it,” I murmured.

“I heard them, too. I’ve never seen Jeff that way; he always has a smile on his face."I nodded to the cheerleader’s words. Suddenly, she started to laugh "Don’t you realize, Y/N?” I looked at her strangely “He’s in love with you! The whole institute knows this, obviously everyone, except you”

“We are good friends”

“So? That doesn’t take away the feelings, the question here is, Are you in love with him? ”

I was silent, I opened my mouth to answer her but I couldn’t, Why couldn’t I? I should deny it, but why didn’t i? Jessica Davis smiled.

“Do I confess something?” I waited quietly. “The way you look at Jeff, is the same way I look at Justin. Think about it. "She winked at me before leaving.

If my best friend’s words had left me frozen, Jessica’s words hit me. I looked over my shoulder toward the boys’ table, was I in love with my best friend? As I would know, I had never fallen in love with anyone in my life.

I ran as if my life depended on it to the baseball field, simply because my friend’s fool had forgotten his bat in the car and I as a good person i was, and because I knew the combination of his locker to get the keys, I did him the favor. Anyway, at home I was expecting some of those Mom’s smooth naturist, I wasn’t very excited to return soon. Before giving me sight in front of the team, I heard the boys howling and booing. I stopped and looked out, Jeff was in front of them, pretending to have difficulty raising the zipper of his sweatshirt. As I perceived quickly, they were making fun of him.

"Give it up at once, Atkins.” One of them said. I frowned. “You’re losing your good reputation for just one girl”

Not again, please. I pressed the bat in my hands.

“Let go and pass her, I assure you that I get an appointment with her long before you,” another of his classmates boasted. I was getting angry.

How could it be that they messed with him for some nonsense? I was nothing special, why did they all talk as if I were some sort of trophy? I looked at Jeff, he was still focused on his feigned task, but the gesture on his lips told me that he was having a bad time, so I got sick, it couldn’t be that my fear of losing him by spoiling everything with a label, So much harm to him. My eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t cry, instead, I smiled and walked resolutely towards them.

“Eh!” Shouted one of them with joy.

I didn’t look at any of them, my eyes were on my best friend’s, wanting to pretend he was more than okay. I didn’t stop until I felt my lips against his. I dropped the bat to our side and wrapped my fingers in his hair pulling him closer to me. His response, in the first place, was that his mouth was sealed by surprise, when he caught what was happening, he joined the same rhythm as me, bringing his hands to my waist. I didn’t part until the shouts of joy of his companions became present.

“Damn!” I recognized the voice of the one who at the beginning bet that I would go out with him.

I looked into Jeff’s eyes and smiled broadly. This kiss, which at first wanted to taste something, simply felt good. I began to feel that I was complete, even though I thought I had been before.

“I thought better, why wait until Saturday? Let’s have a date now.” My best friend’s eyes shone, I felt an extreme happiness inside, not for him, for me. “Oh, better, did you tell me that your parents are not going to be home all day? How about a bit of Netflix and chill? ”

His friends laughed, he too, but a little more shy.

“Come on.” He took my hand firmly.

“Boys” I gave a single glance at their companions, they began to cheer and push, like vile apes.

I laughed and looked back. When we lost sight of the team, Jeff stopped and looked at me even in shock.

“You were serious?”

“About the kiss or Netflix and chill?” I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Both of them”

“Now I know that I’m sure of the kiss” I bit my lip “Of the other, of course I was serious, a little more seriously in the chill part”

Jeff’s smile was the biggest i had ever seen. My heart skipped a beat.

“Then I drive. Later we’ll get back for your car”

thegirlwhocriesice  asked:

Au where Lance really can't stand his real last name. So he faked paper for the grasion with last name McLain?

I’m so sorry for the lateness of this! This prompt was given to me a long, long time ago and I just only got the um…inspiration to write this? I’m so sorry!

A little bit crossover to KHR since I made this into a MafiaAU of sorts. Note that most or all the things mentioned here (aside from the names they are not mine) are purely from my imagination and should not be taken with any ounce of seriousness.

Lance loved his family with all his heart, never question him about this or you will find yourself with a bullet stuck to any part of your body. What he didn’t appreciate was the part of the society he was born in. more specifically, the dark part of the society he was born in.

The Salazar Family was one of the best known Mafia family in the underworld. Who would not heard of them when they were one of the allies of the strongest Mafia, the Vongola? Being allied with the Vongola also meant that they were associates with the Chiavarone, Simon, Giglio Nero, and Millefiore just to name some of the big names. There was never a peaceful day for Lance for everyday was either spent on training or learning the ways of the world and how to survive in it.

The only lucky thing that Lance could consider was that he was not the eldest, thus exempting him from being the next heir for the family. It was unfair to be happy about this, especially that it was his reluctant older brother who got stuck in that position, but the part that wanted to be free weighed more in Lance’s heart. So at the age of 16th, Lance made a proposition and have the full support of the Vongola Decimo. The Salazar’s Don was a bit reluctant to agree in erasing Lance’s existence in the Mafia world (and that Lance was one of their best strategists) but just one look in his son’s eyes, one full of hope and passion in achieving his dreams, the Don gave his blessings also.

So Lance Salazar, third son of Don Salazar, became Lance McClain, an ordinary boy living with an ordinary family.

Forging documents and family background was just a piece of cake in the underworld and in no time, Lance was already attending the Garrison where he hoped his dreams to be a pilot as an ordinary guy would come true.

Of course there were times where his Mafia side got to the surface and times where he wished he could just contact the family and disposed someone for him. But because he ‘cut all his ties’ with the Mafia it also meant that he had no right to contact them anymore (though sometimes one or two men of his father will come to check up on him.). Why did he want to hire a hitman to eliminate someone? Well, there was this guy called Iverson who seemed to make it his life goal to make Lance’s life as miserable as possible. Always pointing out his flaws and implying that all the documents proving his intelligence were all fake/forge.

He could easily kill Iverson now that he thought about it. He was trained to do such things after all ever since he learned how to do complex Math and covering up the evidences was like slicing an apple with a sharp knife. But then the reason he left the world he was initially born in was to escape all the bloodshed. Only heaven knows how much of those bloods were caused by him even if most of them were all in the act of self-defense.

So he tried his best not to let those words of depreciation got stuck in his head (but most time he believed some of it.)

Then the next impulse to hire a hitman was when Lance started to get compared to a genius student named Keith.

Out of curiosity, Lance checked out this Keith guy. Yeah, he was an awesome pilot and combat but that was the only things that Keith was good at, at least that was how Lance saw it. He was never good at socializing and could not really hide his intention despite having a poker face. Keith would be a dead guy if left alone in the underworld.

Lance wanted to show how smart he was but Iverson already put a lot of bad words in his name resulting for no one to take him seriously. If he did something jaw dropping then majority would just accuse him of cheating because ‘hey, this is Lance! No way he did all of that in his own!’.  Being called as Keith’s replacement was not the most flattering words his ears could hear also.

Being caught in an intergalactic war and stuck in a castle with three and a half humans (Keith was half-Galra after all), two Alteans, space mice, and five sentient robotic lions was just like being trapped inside the Mafia world all over again.

Physical training, strategy making, forming alliances, Lance was tempted to call Voltron as space Mafia. He didn’t know if it already registered in the mind of others but they now have blood in their hands. It didn’t matter if it was an enemy they were killing. Life was life and they were not different to other soldiers of war.

Great, now Lance has human blood and alien blood staining his hands.

He thought about this every day.

Until one day, a sudden fact entered Lance’s mind that ended up with him laughing hysterically during breakfast. Everyone was looking at him like he had lost his mind (he probably had a long time ago).

“Lance, buddy, are you okay?” Hunk was about half way from standing up before Lance waved at him to indicate that he was fine.

“Don’t worry, Hunk. I just…pft! Ahahaha!”

Now Shiro was the one with worry creeping on his face. Was Lance having a breakdown? Was the war they were suddenly thrust in now taking its toll in their Blue Paladin’s mind?

“Lance, I need you to take deep breathes and talk to us.” It was hard but Shiro needed to ensure the health of his teammates even if he was being a hypocrite right now.

“Nah, I’m fine, Shiro. I just remembered something.”

“And that is…?” Lance didn’t know who asked that but he happily answered.

“Iverson is dead meat. Actually, he will be lucky if they will allow him to have a quick death. But knowing my family, I am sure they will torture him first.” Lance resumed eating his breakfast with a bright smile and as if he didn’t said something deeply disturbing.

“Wait, what?” Keith narrowed his eyes, “What do you mean by that.”

“Mullet boy, never cross my family.” That was the only answer Lance gave and it did not satisfy the curiosity of his teammates.

Sure, Lance was not a Salazar anymore and that his surname was now McClain. It didn’t mean though that he was already cast out by those he shared with the same flesh and blood.

After all, blood was thicker than water most of the time.

I don’t really know if I did the prompt some justice (>_<)

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headcanon: andrew hates bugs

+ like loathes them
+ specifically centipedes and spiders because “nothing should have that many legs”
+ every time he sees a bug in his home he flinches, backs away, and tells it to fuck off for good measure
+ and then continues to COMPLETELY ignore the spot of the house it’s in until he’s sure it’s bound to be gone
+ once he didn’t go near the toaster in the corner of the kitchen for eight straight days because there was a spider living there and he refused to ask neil to kill it
+ the only reason he ended up going back is because neil finally decided to check out what was wrong
+ found the spider and smashed it with a shoe
+ which he had to physically show to andrew
+ who kept insisting the spider had nothing to do with it
+ neil knows better than to ask about it
+ the same cannot be said for nicky, defender of all bugs who also squeals every time he sees them
+ one day he asks andrew about the thing with the bugs even though kevin and neil both shot him looks that clearly said “don’t ask”
+ of course nicky asks
+ andrew just ignores him at first and pointedly directs his attention to kevin to call him stupid for something
+ and nicky’s like, “they’re not doing anything wrong andrew they’re just bugs”
+ “first of all, they are unwelcome guests in my home, just like yourself”
+ “second, legs.”
+ nicky and kevin leave not too long after because now andrew is in an even more sour mood and neil isn’t even /trying/ to help
+ later neil asks andrew about it
+ because he’s curious and also he finds it kind of endearing
+ (because scary andrew is afraid of BUGS and that boy is nothing if not a collection of endless surprises neil aches to understand)
+ he expects andrew to brush off the topic or ignore him
+ he doesn’t
+ instead andrew has this expression that can be explained as nothing other than “disgruntled”
+ “the legs”
+ hes practically grinding his teeth when he says it, like it’s something personally offensive
+ “nothing can get away with having that many legs /and/ breaking and entering.”
+ “one is a personal attack on me and my person and my home. the other is a felony”
+ neil CANNOT stop smiling
+ he kills every bug in the house without question after that

Dean still sometimes has nightmares.  

He doesn’t have nearly so many since he’s eased into this cozy, domestic era of his hunting career, where “big bads” are predominantly a thing of the past and the most he has to worry about us the occasional wendigo, but he still has them. 

They used to be of hell, of flesh being flayed from his body with razor-sharp cleavers and limbs being ripped from their sockets, but the more time passed, the more hell in and of itself seemed like a very lucid, very horrible dream.  It didn’t seem possible anymore that those things could have happened to him, tortures beyond torture, desecration to his very soul, though of course, he knew they had.

These days, what he dreams about most is Cas.

So many times he’d thought he was gone for good.  So many times he’d knelt over his body, cupped his cold face in his hands, watched him explode before his very eyes, and each time it felt as though Dean’s soul had been hollowed out with a spoon.

There’d been a time when he could have lived without Cas, but now, that time seems like a distant memory.

He rarely remembers the dreams in detail:  just disjointed flashes of things that had been, of sudden explosions of blood, of black goo oozing from every orifice. 

Tonight it was the white light of his true form pouring from his eyes and mouth, terrifying and other worldly and final.  It was his limp body collapsing on the ground, wings emblazoned on either side, like a confirmation stamp of his demise. 

It was pure dread filling Dean’s heart, painful as though his very blood had turned to slushy ice, welling up and spilling over until he couldn’t help but start to cry.  

As always, he awoke to warm, gentle hands on his shoulders, shaking him gently.

“Dean.  Dean!  Wake up, it’s alright.  It’s only a dream.” 

Dean’s still crying, the feeling of hollowness lingering as he instinctively moves closer to the warm body beside him, letting strong arms wrap around him and pull him close. 

“You are dreaming, Dean.  It’s alright, Dean.  You’re alright.” 

“Thought I…lost you again,” Dean sobs into the soft cotton of his undershirt.  “…Thought I lost you.” 

There’s a brief pause, and then,  “…I know, Dean.” Lips press a soft kiss to the top of his head, a gentle confirmation of his presence.  “It’s alright, I’m here.  I’ll always be here.” 

Dean wants so desperately for it to be true.  For now, he just lets himself lie there, pathetic and sobbing and shivering, fingers knotted in the cotton tee shirt as though he alone could keep Cas from leaving him again.

Finally, Dean recovers somewhat.  His breathing slows enough for Cas to inquire, “Are you alright now, Dean?”

Dean pauses, then hesitantly nods his head.  “More’r less,” he mutters, clearing his throat, as though attempting to regain some composure.  

“I’m glad.” 

There’s a brief pause, before Dean punches Castiel in the arm.  

“Ouch,” says Cas, out of politeness.  He really doesn’t feel that sort of pain.  “Was there some particular reason for that, Dean?”

“Yeah,” Dean mutters, snuggling closer to the warmth of his chest.  “You gotta stop dying so damn much.  You’re gonna make me old before my time.”

In spite of himself, Cas smiles, pressing another kiss to the top of Dean’s head.

“I know, Dean.  I know.”   

Tell me about the one who loved him - A Sirius Black Imagine

Originally posted by sensualkisses

‘Professor Lupin? Er - I mean, Remus?’ asked Harry.

Remus looked at the young boy. His heart would always burst when he saw the young man. Each day he’d grow was a day he looked more like his father.

‘Yes Harry?’ replied Remus.

Harry sat at the table with his former professor. The Weasleys house was uncommonly quiet, he was not used for them not being there.

‘I was wondering… Sirius earlier, he said something about er… somebody he wanted to see for a very long time. Do you reckon who would that be?’

Remus’ face became serious.

‘I’ll take that as a yes, then’ said Harry, noticing Remus’s sudden expression.

Remus tried to smile to the young boy.

‘Who’s that person, then?’

‘He shouldn’t go… he’s going to make himself found’ Remus sighed.

‘Is that person could turn him in? We have to stop him!’ shouted Harry, getting up in a hurry.

‘Sit down, Harry… she won’t put him in danger, of that I’m sure. He’d just better leave the past where it is. I’ll try to find him later, put a stop to that.’

Harry sat down again, with more questions in his mind.

‘She?’ said Harry.

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Fifty Shades of Park Jimin

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Length: 6k+ 

Warnings: Dry Humping, Dirty talk (do you seriously expect anything else from me tbh), just a lot of filth.

A/N: Okay so, I know this is 2 days late but I had to prepare an unexpected presentation, as well as present, at a peace symposium so i could not post on time. Though please appreciate that I ignored all my studies for an exam in 3 days and spent the whole afternoon writing and editing this, bless. Thank you. Other than that, happy reading :))))) Also the part about them being too beautiful is no exaggeration. To the people who have seen BTS live will know what I am talking about.

P.s.: Fuck park jimin tbh.

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Cold (Yoongi x Reader)

- pt 1 -

words: 3,687

genre: angst

summary: he always had a cold personality and kept you at a distance

a/n: When you get to the 2nd hospital scene, just insert some random guy’s name idk I was too lazy to actually make one up. Btw I’ve never had a concussion and I don’t know much about hospitals yet, despite being a nursing major (pretty sure South Korea is different from America too). Disclaimer just in case I get some stuff incorrect. Let me know if you want a part two!!

Min Yoongi had always acted cold towards you.

The members tried to justify his behavior, that he was cold to everybody and on the inside, he cared for them all deeply. But it never really seemed that way to you.

You were just an outsider, anyway. That’s what he had called you when you had started to hang out with the boys a lot. An outsider. You tried not to think too much about it. All you did was ignore his presence once you realized he didn’t want to be friends with you.

You didn’t talk to him. He didn’t talk to you.

You sat against the fence of the basketball court, watching the members play basketball with one another. You were okay at basketball, but you weren’t amazing like the other boys were at it, so that’s why you were sat off to the side.

Yoongi had sat down as well, tired from playing so much. It was his favorite sport after all, so of course he went all out for it. You glanced over to him, noticing the far distance between the two of you. He was drinking a bottle of water, sweat dripping down the side of his face.

You looked away soon, trying not to get swayed by his attractiveness. You had a crush on him, but you knew that you had no chance by the way he treated you so coldly. Even the members themselves told you that he wasn’t ever going to date anyone. They said something about him not wanting to get intimate or share his emotions with someone else.

It was pretty obvious that he didn’t even like you anyway.

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musicalluna  asked:

in the early days, steve doesn't realize the avengers care about him a lot because they are vastly different people with vastly different socialization than the commandos, but then something happens to him in a fight and the avengers collectively flip their lids and that is how he learns he is Very Important to them

Steve had never been a stranger to friendly teasing. Bucky was a little shit, of course, but so were the Commandos. He’d been called every moniker that popped into his friends’ brains: “Captain Tightpants” (long before it was a cultural reference, thank you very much), “Captain Mom,” “Twinkle Toes,” “All-American Showgirl,” “Blushing Betty,” and names far more filthy. But he’d understood why. He was the commanding officer and he was, when it came down to it, a greenie who got damn lucky 95% of the time. Dugan, Dernier, Falsworth, even Bucky, they all would have been infinitely more qualified to be CO, and so he knew where the teasing was coming from. He knew it was his men’s way of telling him they cared for him while keeping his ego in check. (Bucky could’ve told them Steve was a good enough self-critic as it was and they all could just damn well stick to the dancing references.)

The Avengers, though. Steve had no idea what to think of the way they spoke to him.

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supersupergirl  asked:

Prompt: the green ranger joins the team (a female tommy) and likes and flirts with trini. Kimberly gets jealous and has to confront her own feelings for trini.

Tommy Oliver is fine. 

And not – Kimberly would like to clarify – ‘fine’ as in super attractive, mainly because that’s a totally separate and unrelated discussion for another time. 

She’s just… fine. Acceptable. Adequate. Whatever. 

And watching her now – training in the Pit with the Rangers like she totally belongs there – it’s fine. And if Kim is frowning about it – about Tommy’s cocky little smirk as she flips Trini onto her back and pins her to the ground in a way that’s just completely unnecessary and unhelpful to their improvement as Rangers – well, that’s all… professional disagreement.

Because Tommy is fine and Kim doesn’t have a problem with her or the way she’s now dumping the contents of her stupid green water bottle onto Trini’s face, like that’s cute or something. 

(It’s not.) 

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Good Catch

Good Catch
Ship: Baseball!Jimin | Mascot!Reader
Description: Jimin had a crush on you, the team mascot, for as long as you started working with him, though he was always too shy to confess to you. But maybe the tedious kiss cams can help this batter make a good catch for a change.
Warning: Fluff, Intercourse, Blowjob, Oral, Pretty Fucking Tame Compared to my Other Sin Works
Word Count: 5,229
A/N: OK, so I’ve been dying for Jimin to be in a baseball uniform, and just… what’s cuter than a Baseball player and a Mascot? I wanted something fluffy instead of just straight up sin but I hope you enjoyed the change of this compared to others! I found it sweet.

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Dating and Sex With Alex Standall Would Include:

Originally posted by illudendomi

Dating Alex Standall Would Include:

  • Clay literally had to push him into you because he was too scared to ask you out
  • Worrying that he still has feelings for Jessica until he assures you he loves you
  • Helping him with his stomach things
  • Him not being big on PDA so if he is, it’s mainly because he’s jealous
  • Which happens basically anytime you talk to Justin, Zach or Monty
  • Keeping you away from Bryce, no question
  • Being the first to say “I love you”
  • Him confiding in you about the tapes
  • Dates at Monet’s
  • His dad approving of you
  • Stealing his clothes, and him not knowing until he sees you wearing them in school
  • Alex isn’t that big on hickies
  • He’ll give them (and receive them) but not in visible places
  • He’s such a gentleman (like all the time
  • Will cater to you 24/7 
  • Being his rock
  • Hugs from behind when you’re at you locker
  • Cheek kisses
  • So many inside jokes
  • Playing with his piercing
  • His brother teasing him when you stay the night (which, of course, involves him mimicking you, if you had sex the night before)
  • Listening to him play guitar 
  • Getting caught by his dad 
  • Pep talks whenever either of you feel like shit
  • Having a drawer at his place
  • Being the little spoon (most of the time)
  • Giving you his jacket
  • Carrying you books
  • Sitting on his lap at parties (even though he don’t go to many)
  • Zach and/or Justin have definitely walked in on more than a few times
  • Holding hands under your desk at school
  • Him having a picture of you in his locker
  • Being his #1 fan, no matter what
  • Study sessions (where you actually study)

Sex with Alex Standall Would Include:

  • Neck kisses
  • Worshipping your body
  • Sometimes being super romantic (candles and all)
  • Sometimes most of the time being rough af
  • He’s got a praise!kink (fight me)
  • Edging 
  • Having a whole playlist of songs you fuck to
  • Making sure you’re ready before you do anything
  • Being on top until he gets more confident
  • Him always making sure you feel good
  • Always making sure you finish first
  • When he gets more comfortable, Alex is fucking tease, no doubt about it
  • Scratches down his back (which he obviously gets teased about by the boys)
  • Lip biting

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Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

  • Tickle Fights would probably occur during lazy days.
  • You two would just be lying down and suddenly you feel a hand against your side.
  • And you laugh which gives away the ticklishness
  • Then that beautiful stupid smirk would appear on his face.
  • I mean he probably already knew you were ticklish but forgot so this was a nice reminder.
  • They wouldn’t last long but he would only do it to see your smile and hear your laugh.
  • Because he is a fluff ball and appreciates the sound of your laugh and the sight of you smile.
  • Might tickle you once you’ve been crying but like after he had comforted you and just wanted to see your smile.
  • He has super soft hands though. I can sense it.


Originally posted by ksjknj

  • Tickle Fights would happen when he feels extra stressed.
  • But he wouldn’t start them. So you would be the one to start them.
  • But you’d have to start them when you can tell that he is stressed as it would be a great stress release for him.
  • Of course it wouldn’t take him long to complete control the situation and to be the one tickling rather than being tickled.
  • Sometimes you would be able to tell that he was working way too hard and without a break so a way to stop him if only for a little while would be a tickle fight.
  • He would definitely resist for a tiny bit but soon after you would be begging him to stop.
  • The grin and dimples he would have would be amazing.
  • They would be a way to cheer each other up if one of you were having a particularly stressful day.


Originally posted by jhope-ah

  • Tickle fights with Hobi would happen when he has energy he has to burn.
  • Like Hobi to me seems like he gains energy when being with people and talking to people so after a show, practice and even though he has just worked his butt off he would still have energy to spend on you.
  • So maybe as soon as he comes home and you would be lying around he would attack you with kisses and then suddenly his hands like just started tickling you.
  • It would entirely be sincere.
  • To him it would be a way to show you that even though he is busy he will always have time and energy to love you and be with you.
  • Tickle Fights are just fluffy lovey cuteness. Does anyone else need this because now I made myself want a tickle fight with Hobi?


Originally posted by bangtannoonas

  • Jin’s would be all playfulness. Probably in the mornings when you two have just woken up.
  • You would probably start it without realising.
  • Like he would be downstairs cooking breakfast and you would’ve just woken up and went downstairs to see your chief of a boyfriend in only some sweats just cooking away.
  • So you would wrap your arms around his waist and accidentally brush his side and then he’ll giggle away.
  • So you’d keep doing it and he’d keep laughing covering his mouth as his laughing got louder.
  • Eventually he’ll turn around and try to tickle you too.
  • He leaves it so long because he loves the feeling of your skin on his even if it is not sexual.


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

  • This shy little muffin would just attack you at random times of the day depending on what you were both doing.
  • Like just walked through the door? BAM Jimin is attacking your side with his not so Mochi hands anymore.
  • Cleaning? NOPE your on the floor under Jimin as he tickles your sides non stop.
  • There is no stopping this man.
  • Always be expecting, always.
  • I feel like for him it would be a game on how many times he can get you begging for him to stop.
  • But really he did it because he loves your smile and your laugh.
  • Plus it makes him seem less baby when your begging him to stop tickling.


Originally posted by bangtan

  • This evil little Maknae would use tickle fights as a way of punishment or torture.
  • They’d be sweet to of course.
  • But mainly they would be used as punishment.
  • Don’t let his act fool you.
  • As he is extremely competitive If you ever beat him in literally anything he will tickle you.
  • Mainly because he loves the laughs you make when you can’t hide them or control them.
  • He is actually sweet and just loves it when you don’t hide anything form him especially your laugh and smile.
  • Jungkook is actually precious and hates people hiding themselves from him.


Originally posted by sgfgdolans

  • Tickle Fights are something he would do just to get your attention back on him or if he is bored.
  • If Tae has had enough of the drama your watching but you’re watching it he will get super bored and just craved your attention.
  • So he jokes pokes relentlessly at your side and you know you can’t ignore him, even if you do try.
  • Tae just loves you so much that he wants your attention most of the time.
  • Like he will always be attached to you so it wouldn’t be so hard for him to just poke your side.
  • It wouldn’t be too bad for you though. 
  • While you have him tickling you get to stare up at his boxy smile and hear his goofy little chuckles as you squirm and wiggle.

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Imagine being the Daughter of these two.....

Originally posted by harleyquinnandpuddin

-When Harley told her Puddin she was pregnant, he was not happy. He actully growled at her to get rid of it. She got so mad at his request she walked out on him, and planned on never talking to him again. 

-He had completely forgotten about Harley’s reasoning for leaving, convinced she left to be with another man. That was until the day you were born, when she broke her own promise and sent him on picture of you, sleeping in the nursery. 

-It was love at first sight, and he immediately got in the lambo, speeding to the hospital, and shooting anyone who tried to stop him as he advanced towards the nursery. When he saw you laying there, he broke the glass, took you in his arms and left. He later texted Harley telling her to meet him at the condo they once shared. She was there in 15 minutes.

-Harley was pissed that he took you, but when she saw him cradling you in his arms, looking at you with nothing but affection, all the anger melted away.

-When you were little the duo went on less crime sprees, the dirty work was mostly left for the henchmen to do, with one of the two attending every once in a while. However it wasn’t until you were 17 that they went back to their normal routines of mischief. 

-You were Daddy’s little monster, no matter what you wanted Joker always tried to get it for you, he even took you to the park once a week. 

-You were Mommy’s little vexor. You defiantly had her tongue, and sense of humor. Her proudest moment was when you were six and scared a girl in your class by saying, “The voice told me to ruin your tower, since you stole my crayons.” 

-Most of the staff at the school knew who your parents were, and not to mess with either of them. So most of the stuff you did was overlooked, and you always got good grades (Which you did earn, since you were one of the smartest kids in the class)

-When Harley and Joker would fight, Joker would lock you in your room. They would scream and throw shit and sometimes one of them would leave. You would be sitting on your bed and listening to everything, until one of them (Normally Harley) opened the door, and scooped you into her lap to wipe your tears. 

-Harley tried to leave with you once after a fight, you just remember seeing broken dishes on the floor, holes in the wall from gun fire, and punches, the whole house was a mess. When Joker saw her carrying you out though he sharply hissed, “Oh no no no Kitten, you aren’t taking my princess.” 

“Oh no Mr. J I am, and you will leave us alone.” And then Harley ran from the condo, hot wired a car and drove you both to a hotel in a neighboring town. 

-Of course Joker came looking for you both, and it was agreed after that fight, that he would be the one leaving the house if it got that bad, and Harley would stay home with you. He didn’t like the idea of an emotional Harley taking you into the dangers of Gotham without protection

Originally posted by tentamos-ser-tumbler

-Your mother used to tell you the story of her falling in love with Joker as a bed time story sometimes. She told it as different characters, like sometimes they were royalty, other times mythical gods, but it was always the same plot.

-Your Father told you tales of his crimes for bed, sparing no detail from them. He left nothing out, and enjoyed how when he talked about killing people your eyes would light up slightly. He also told you his adventures with Batman, but those were only told when Harley was in the room with him. (His bedtime stories were your little secrets)

-Everyone in your school was scared to be friends with you, mostly because you were the princess of Gotham, and everyone knew that your parents would not hesitate killing them if they didn’t like the kid, or hurt you. 

-Your first boyfriend refused to take you on a date, because he was embarrassed that he agreed to date you. 

-When he shared this with you, you decked him. The impact of your fist to his face left a bruise over his eye, then proceeded to bruise, cut and bloody the rest of his face. You went home that day with bruised knuckles, an attitude, and a 3 day suspension. Joker had never been prouder.

-You wore the shortest, most low cut dress to your prom, courtesy of Harley, who also did your makeup and hair. Joker protested at first however you interjected, “My father is the most scary man in Gotham, trust me, no boy, or girl or professor wants to fuck with me.” 

-Just to ease his fears, you hid a small pistol in your bra. Harley laughing slightly when you pulled the small weapon from your black lace bra. 

-You once told Joker you hated him while arguing. He was so offended he left the house for three weeks. When he came back you ran into his arms, tears running down your face as you apologized. He forgave you

-You always had quiet nights in on your birthday, even though Joker always wanted to throw you the largest parties. 

-Most times you would retire the normal action movie for a comedy movie, and the condo would quickly fill with the evil laughter of all three of you. 

-Joker would still carry you to bed if you were to fall asleep on the couch, or in their bed, even when you were a teenager. He also would tuck you in and when you woke up, you always found a red lipstick shape on your head. It was proof of the rare affection your father would show.

-Harley always let you dye your hair crazy colors, and she would do your makeup and nails whenever she had free time.

Originally posted by mysparklinginsanity

-When you were 17 you became the new villain of Gotham. Of course your parents had no idea, and you never planned on them finding out. 

-That was until your father ran into you while on a heist. His normal smile feel as he growled deeper then he ever had, “Car…now”

-When you got home your father called for Harley and told her everything. Harley just smiled and gave you a high five, for keeping up the family name. Joker was furious.

-So he accepted the fact that you were now a villain, and soon started inviting you on his heist,

-Even though both of your parents were certifiably insane, and the most wanted couple in Gotham, you would have wanted no one else in the city to be your parents.